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21 responses to ““Sticking around for this shit, another day”…”

She could be set free
But would never of found
A wholesome perspective
That’s nailed to the ground
In understanding that others
So often are wrong
That this should not pitch
The notes of her song
That with chorus and beat
And positive repetition
She could slip from the grasps
Of their false validation
That in stepping on back
She could step forth a whole
And regain the worth
That those others had stole

No problem I enjoyed writing it.. Your poem provoked it as a response. Not a carefully crafted poem, but born of logic and heart. Glad to hear you’re good and that you’re writing is hopefully more a therapy than a cry for help. Also thanks for guest poet invite, I am curious as to what you mean by this?

Thanks and you’re welcome – Guest poet slots are open to anyone – just email me a poem that you think will fit the dark nature of the blog to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk and I will feature you – there is actually someone’s guest poet slot coming up tonight, so you will get the idea if you have a look on the blog in about 30 mins – Cheers J

Yes it is hard to distinguish on a blog, what is what and I agree, someone genuinely feeling this low might need people to see beyond the words, though being able to write them out and share can also be therapeutic. Given she tweeted 4 hours ago I’m guessing she’s still around, I hope she has some good people around if feeling down, but then again. I wish that for anyone. And to eye will not cry : sorry to referring to you as she and I hope things are not as bleak as your poem was powerful, but thanks for the inspiration and provocation.. Got me thinking. And to postmodern, sorry to hear about your friends.